A seventeen year old girl, just beginning to bloom,
A lovely young miss who could brighten a room,
Beloved by her parents and by my young son,
Who was beginning to think that she was the one.
The key to his future, still waiting out there
And he hoped she too was beginning to care.
His dreams and her life were abruptly cut down,
By a terrible accident, no one could have known
Would have happened so quickly on that foggy night.
The futures for both were put out like a light.
Over and over, I know, in his prayers,
He begged God for the future that could have been theirs.
He went on with his life and his loves were mistakes.
He seemed to get more than his share of heartaches.
If she'd been the one to have been his lifemate
And there had not been such an injustice of fate,
I wonder how better his life could have been
If into his future she'd been woven in.
And then as it happened, his own life was cut short
And so many dreams we have had to abort.
It seems like a part of my heart has torn out.
I'm left here to wonder what life's all about.
But he has been given an answer to prayer
And now she and he have God's heaven to share.
Written Feb. 21, 2000